“It’s my fault. ‘Besides, I don’t want the men blundering in here and frightening off our spy. Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to the window with a torch. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. To go to him, to console him! But she stirred not from her hiding place.
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